I've changed my mind. The actual worst content on social media is some asshole reacting to some other dumbfuck, who is themself reacting to something really commonplace and banal.
This morning, I won a hotly contested auction for a vinyl pressing of The Killing Tree's long out-of-print album The Romance of Helen Trent. Two hours in, and my day is already perfect.
I had a dream last night that I was walking down the aisle, getting married. And when I got about halfway down the aisle, I realized that the guy I was marrying was the dude who groomed and raped me for four years, when I was a pre-teen.
One of the best parts of not living my life online? I get to watch all of the drama surrounding posters being exposed as weirdos and degenerates, and it's all news to me.
I know none of the people involved, the accusers, or about 99% of the dogpilers.
Apparently, some Reddit algorithm took my anecdote about calling Andrew Tate "the most obvious down-low self-loathing faggot of all time" on Twitter in 2020, and subsequently being blocked for it, to be worthy of a 7 day ban.
Do you know how self-aware I am? Even though I am my own boss, and the boss of thousands of employees -- and I consider myself to be a really generous one; I still never pipe up when I'm around people complaining about their boss at work.
What good does it do? I can't possibly hire everyone.
I was chatting with an e-girl that I became friends with. I asked her why she would risk turning off her thirsty male followers by being so openly in a relationship.
She replied, it makes sense to always seem single, to string guys along, but removing that hope helps to weed out the worst weirdos.
I keep seeing online, in other places, people saying they don't want to use bluesky because it's turning into Twitter.
Fuck, I wish it would turn into Twitter (pre-Elon, mind you.)
At least then, it would be fun. Bluesky is too chill. It's actually really boring, in all of the best and worst ways.
What a week! I finally own every original vinyl printing of every Social Distortion album, the Biden Administration cancelled like $8bn more in student loans, and Mr. Beast was killed by OJ Simpson, just before the latter succumbed to prostate cancer.
I was flying 1st class earlier today, and this guy across the aisle was eating a rib eye steak that looked like it was cooked 'well done' in a clothes dryer. Then he was smothering every bite in ranch dressing.
So, you're telling me someone can do something that disgusting, but I can't smoke?
What a week! Some guy stole my shoes at the beach, Donald Trump is just as financially bankrupt as he is ethically, and Mr. Beast was killed by the SAS for impersonating Princess Kate.
